I Don’t Know what Gender I am
–by Becky WTGH
I don’t know what gender I am–today
I tried figuring it out, on the phone
but it just got worse, like it did before.
I can’t figure out if I’m either,
or, if I’m or.
I can’t be neither, they say.
I know I’m not both–I’ve looked.
She couldn’t find anything, either.
I’ve been trying to solve this for a while, now.
2 years, 3 years. Well, maybe all years.
I don’t like starting things I can’t stop;
this problem is beyond me.
The only thing I know for sure I can do
is put weed in a crockpot.